| Who but You
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| Could breathe and leave a trail of galaxies
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| And dream of me?
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| What kind of love
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| Is writing my story till the end
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| With mercy’s pen?
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| Only you
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| What kind of king
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| Would choose to wear a crown
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| That bleeds and scars
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| To win my heart
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| What kind of love
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| Tells me I’m the reason He can’t stay
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| Inside the grave
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| You, is it You?
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| Standing here before my eyes
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| Every part of my heart cries
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| I am his because he is
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| Emmanuel, the promised king
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| The baby who made angels sing
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| Son of man who walked with us
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| Healing, breathing in our dust
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| The author of all history
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| The answer to all mysteries
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| The lamb of God who rolled away
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| The stone in front of every grave
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| Alive, alive
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| Look what mercy’s overcome
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| Death has lost and love has won
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| Alive, alive
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| Hallelujah, risen Lord
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| The only One I fall before
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| I am his because he is
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| Alive
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| Who could speak
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| And send the demons back from where they came
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| With just one name?
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| What other heart
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| Would let itself to be broken every time
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| Until he healed mine?
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| You, only you
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| Could turn my darkness into dawn
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| Running right into your arms
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| I am His because He is
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| Emmanuel, the promised king
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| The baby who made angels sing
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| Son of man who walked with us
|
| Healing, breathing in our dust
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| The Author of all history
|
| The answer to all mysteries
|
| The lamb of God who rolled away
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| The stone in front of every grave
|
| I am his because he is
|
| Emmanuel, the promised king
|
| The baby who made angels sing
|
| Son of man who walked with us
|
| Healing, breathing in our dust
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| The author of all history
|
| The answer to all mysteries
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| The lamb of God who rolled away
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| The stone in front of every grave |